Physical Description: Gracie has light orange hair, beneath her shoulders, and slightly wavy. She has a kind of lighter shade of sapphire blue eyes, who was always observing all kind of things. Even if it was just a small flower in their local park. She has a hight of 4’8. You will probably always see her in cute sweaters and cozy clothes when she’s not wearing her robes. She has fair skin, with a natural rosy glow. Freckles are dusted across her nose and cheeks. Her smile is small, shy, soft and slightly tilted.

Mental Description: The young girl has always been a kind soul. People have sometimes even gone as far as to call her an angel, but Gracie never took it for granted. She just wanted to help people without getting anything in return, it was just who she was. Her laugh is what people think of when they think of her. Her laugh has been described as if a rainbow was laughing, it spreading joy wherever it went. When she’s thinking, her brows furrows it a slightly crooked look, and it had always been a cute quirk of hers.

Biography: Gracie’s life had always been full of stories and joy from her parents. They lived in a small house in downtown London, and it always felt it was the perfect place to be. And for the three of them, it was. Her father, Julian, was a librarian at the local library downtown, and he would always bring his little girl a book each day. It turned into this little competition to see if Gracie could read through the entire book before her dad brought home a new one. Her mother, Eloise, was an elementary teacher at the school where Gracie had been a few years earlier. Their house always smelled like oven baked goods, because every Saturday morning they as a family would bake all kind of things, and Gracie would bring them to school the next Monday to share with her classmates.

First Instance of Magic: It just happened, Gracie couldn’t even describe how it happened to her parents. “Dad! I’m telling you! I didn’t do anything!” She said with a cry. From what she had told her parents, she might have sounded crazy. She was walking home from school on a random Thursday afternoon when 3 boys -around 3 years older- came up to her, forcing her to a stop. Gracie turned white as a sheet. They had this cocky smirk plastered on all of their faces. The boys looked like they were up to no good and before she knew it, they were circling around her. “Let me go.” She whispered, her voice breaking as her whole body shook. The boy with the dark, black disheveled hair snorted “let you go? Why should we do that?” He said in a mocking manner and he started laughing, this mocking horrible laugh. He turned his attention toward his friends and his look got them to laugh as well. Gracie’s eyes started scanning the area for a place she could escape too. “Let me go.” She said a little louder and sterner than the first time, like something had given her strength. The boys just started laughing even more, holding their stomachs, seemingly out of breath. “Let me go!” She screamed, her voice coming out louder than she anticipated. Then everything went wrong. A kind of force field erupted from her body and threw the 3 boys into the air, landing on the ground with a heavy thud. The boys groaned and cried as they tried to stand up, and that left Gracie with just enough time to slip away. She ran, she had never ran so fast before in her life. She got to tell her parents about this.